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[ david's breath catches at the bits, it's been long enough that he'd kind of forgotten what this feels like, the way it sparks something in him. his hand slips easily to the back of evan's neck, lightly holding him there, mostly encouraging. ]

And let you have some peace?

[ the way he smirks just a little is audible in his voice, like what he's said is actually funny, other hand slipping in the side of evan's waders at the same time, resting more comfortably at his waist. ]

Be criminal of me, that would.

[ that gets him another, slightly harder, bite, which might not be the apparent punishment it's supposed to be given the way he knows david reacts to those.

evan digs his fingers harder into the back of david's head, gripping what he can of his hair, keeping his head pulled back. his other hand moves up, under david's shirt, pushing it up to get a better feel over the skin and scars that've been away for a while. no one's fault but his own, but he'll blame david for it anyway.

there's no response this time, because as far as evan's concerned any argument he'd make isn't going to be as convincing as what he can do. david can keep badmouthing if he wants - it might get him what he wants, after all - but evan's got something else to focus on now. distracting him from that, primarily. ]

[ it's true, it's not much of a punishment. david's not quite turned on enough that it circumvents the pain just yet, but he is turned on enough that it fires another few sparks up his spine, fingers digging in at the back of evan's neck and a low, pleased hum slipping out of him. ]

[ david has more to say, of course he does, but he only gets a couple of words out before he's cut off. evan's hand skims over a spot where his skin is angry and raw, healed only insofar as it's not an open, bleeding wound anymore, and david flinches and sucks in a breath through his teeth. ]

[ he's used to david being in pain, primarily caused by him, but not usually under these circumstances. it's enough of a surprise that evan pulls back and looks at what just happened.

minor injury. nothing to worry about, especially not here. he lifts his fingers from david's skin to pull his shirt up the rest of the way to see where any more wounds might be, because while some people might be into pain as pleasure he's pretty sure david isn't. ]

Get in a fight on your way here?

[ he did look pretty beaten up walking in, but that took second priority. ]

[ david almost complains when evan pulls back — he can handle a little pain, it's not a big deal, etc. — but he doesn't. nor does he reach for evan's hand to stop him even though part of him wants to. it's more frequent lately, sure, and maybe that should be concerning, but david's been dealing with this his whole time in the fog. if anything he's surprised no killer seems to have ever questioned it when he shows up to a trial already injured. ]

[ not... that he's ever had the chance to talk to any of them about it. ]

[ nothing is serious, but a lot of it is sore, fresh. angry. nothing bleeding as far as he can tell, but some of it would probably reopen without much prompting, trials with the hag always end up with him cut and gouged the fuck up. the thing that would give it all away as trial wounds is a nasty looking one on his chest from the hook, a couple corresponding ones on his back. significantly smaller than if they were fresh wounds, thank god, but bruised and raw all the same. ]

Rough trial, I told you.

[ he still has a hand at the back of evan's neck and tries to pull him back down. for a kiss or whatever, just something that feels like a better use of his time than trying to explain this shit, even if it means evan might have to be more careful than usual. ]

[ trials can be brutal beyond imagining, but they shouldn't do this. evan eyes the angry wound where the hook went through, where clawmarks aren't fully faded. trial injuries. they aren't supposed to last, really. even if they survive, they should heal better than this.

of course, david's always had a history of being more injured than the others. always dealing with that tradeoff where he goes down quicker but gets up quicker, too. that could be part of it.

but, as they've just discussed, david's not the only survivor out here, and evan's familiar with the idea of lingering injuries. they're more common on the survivors that have been here longer. those, and other things.

he's silent a long few moments, feeling the pull at his neck and not giving in yet. should he say something? will it change anything if he does?

maybe later. he drops his hand from david's chest and moves it to his pants instead, leaning back in to get at another bite, because there's no wounds on david's neck that he can see. survivors have their own problems. if david's trying to ignore it, then evan's not going to make him deal with it right here and now. ]

[ the silence along with evan's resistance makes david frown up at him, like he can see the gears turning in his head. assessment, conclusion, trying to decide if this is a matter worth pushing back on or not. for david, it's nothing unusual. if he bleeds, he bleeds. the way he sees it, it's just the price he has to pay for what he can do and how long he's been doing it. ]

[ it's a relief when he doesn't say anything about it, when he ducks his head again and david tilts his head once he realises where he's going as if to welcome him. ]

[ for maybe the thousandth time, david is annoyed by evan's refusal to dress like a normal person because it makes it so much harder to get at the parts of him that he's most interested in right now, but there's nothing he can do about that. the hand he has under evan's waders moves to press against his back, urging him closer as he shifts forward on the workbench at the same time, closer to the edge of it. ]

[ there's not much room to get closer, but he does. ignores david's wandering hand in favor of getting his pants open, pulling at them because it's borderline impossible to get them off or even down with one hand before his other hand drops from david's head to help with that.

he doesn't let up on david's neck, though, because david's letting him stay there without an argument. less biting, more a graze of teeth while he tries to get david's pants off. there might be injuries to deal with there, too, but probably not as obvious or as bad. most killers - most - tend to stay above the waist. bleeding's better. injuries are more obvious. and it keeps the chase going.

he's about 75-25 on that, but he's not the one in question here. ]

[ evan would be right in his assumption. david's jeans are a little stiff with dried blood and dirt, which might not be super helpful right now, but any injury worth paying attention to is above the waist. luckily for david, hag isn't really tall enough to easily get at his neck or face either. ]

[ he moves however he can to help evan get his pants off,
quick and eager to get them off and out of the way. his shirt, too, needs to go, he thinks. it's barely more than tatters at this point anyway, so it doesn't take much consideration before he takes his hands off evan to tear it enough that he can just shrug it off onto the workbench behind him. he should have a spare in his bag anyway, and if not, fuck it. it won't be the first time he's left here without a shirt. ]

[ david's stripped more quickly than usual, but evan's not about to make a comment. he'll take the help. and then he knows what's generally expected of him, but he ignores that for a few seconds, opting to get his hand on the back of david's head again, this time a little higher up so he can actually get his hair in a grip. that way he can pull his head back more, get to the parts of the throat he hasn't reached yet.

his other hand finds david's cock and wraps around it. not quite a stroke but a pretty firm grip anyway. it's more about keeping him still right now, because he's sure there's about to be an objection to the fact that evan himself is still dressed. ]

[ david grunts in complaint at the way evan tugs his head back, even if he accepts it as an exchange for the mouth at his throat. he'd rather not be manhandled so much, most of the time anyway, but he knows evan well enough by now. he's probably more restrained that way with david than he is with other people, which is a small victory — that he's gotten him to adjust his approach this much — but he'll take it. even the little wins are few and far between out here. ]

[ the hand on him is... confusing. not that david ever really needs the help, he's easy at the best of times, but it's not doing much of anything. ]

[ it's not exactly easy for david to be patient right now; this wasn't on his mind when he came out here, but now there's a sense of urgency buzzing around in the back of his mind, one he's trying to hold back so evan doesn't get smug about it. it's just been a while, he's allowed to be eager. ]

C'mon...

[ he has to cut himself off from calling him chuck seeing as he's not interested in being kicked out right now, but david punctuates by hooking his fingers in the sides of evan's waders to give them a tug. if he was naked, david could at least do something, get hands on him somehow. something other than sitting here and just taking whatever evan chooses to give him. ]

[ he almost, almost tries to make david beg. almost tells him to do it. the words are just about on his tongue when those fragments of self-control weigh in and stop him, because they know, if nothing else, that david will kick him right in the dick and storm out if he tries that.

it's hard enough to do with even the other survivors, who don't have david's determination to be the biggest pain in his ass possible, or at least the dedication to actually do it. still. the idea lingers.

instead he strokes him, lets go of his hair to reach up and undo the buckles on his waders. first the one attached to the hook, then the one over his shoulder. always that order to avoid the pain of the metal dragging through his muscles and bones. ]

[ he hears the clinks and scrapes of metal that tell him evan's undoing his waders, and david moves his hands to help. gravity will do most of the work, he knows, but david makes sure to reach down enough to shove them off evan's hips so they'll go the rest of the way. ]

[ he'd never verbally admit he missed this, any of this, but it's probably obvious regardless. the way his hands immediately find evan's stomach and push up along his body, fingers spreading out over his ribs, feeling out the rough skin and scars and whatever else. up to his chest where david always thinks he can feel that heat of his hotter than any other part of him. no idea if that's actually the case, but david believes it regardless. ]

[ surprises himself a little, not immediately hoing for evan's cock, but it helps that he knows evan's like him — he never really needs much help there. it's probably more for david's own satisfaction most of the time than it is ever for evan. ]

[ touch doesn't get through to him as much as other people, thanks to years of minework and injuries and being here, but he does still feel it. the pressure, the sparks of pleasure when it's not the obvious injuries david's feeling out, the sensation of something almost like cold against his perpetual heat.

he makes a small noise against david's touch but keeps himself otherwise focused on leaving bruises along david's neck and shoulder, keeping his hand moving, letting the other one roam. it doesn't occur to him for a little while that there's something else he needs if this is going to go anywhere, but it's on another workbench and he doesn't really want to separate them just yet.

it's fine. there's time. david's just about wrapped around him anyway. hasn't gone for his dick yet, so he's not that eager to get started. slow burn. it doesn't occur to evan that maybe just this might be a draw for david - not just as a survivor, but at all. ]

[ just about wrapped around him is probably the best way to put it, one of his hands moving up to evan's neck, the other around to his back, pulling him in as if there's much closer he can get. he keeps his head tilted for evan, starting to let out quiet, breathy noises. ]

[ that's what starts to tip him over, back to that sense of urgency, the hand on evan's back coming back, dragging over his hip around to find his cock. he also isn't thinking about what they need to progress, just that he wants to, far more focused on right now. takes evan and strokes him in a firm grip. ]

[ the suddenness of it makes him hiss - and groan, too, because this is what they're here for, isn't it? he lets david have free rein over that for now, given that he doesn't want to take his own hands off david to try and corral him.

it doesn't take long before he's hard, since he was halfway there by the time david got a hand on him anyway. that's about when he finally has to try and pull himself back, get a grip on this. his mouth pulls back from david's neck but doesn't go very far, staying close enough that david can hear him even though he's speaking rough and quiet. ]

Gotta let go unless you wanna do this dry.

[ it could be feasible, but he's not really interested in risking finding out right now. ]

[ instinctively david turns his head when evan starts to pull back, seeking out his face because, now david thinks about it, he hasn't had a single kiss yet? he knows evan's not a big kisser, but david is, so honestly it's pretty rude of him. he's busy with that line of thought until evan speaks, and then he pauses, considering it for all of a fraction of a moment. ]

[ he snorts, dismissing the idea, and reluctantly moves his hands so he's not holding on to evan anymore. one resting at his hip, the other coming back to his chest. evan might be willing to give it a go some time, but it's not his ass, and david already has such a hard time adjusting sometimes that he's pretty sure he'd honestly prefer it if evan grabbed his cleaver and started attacking him than trying to take him dry. ]

Yeah, rather not.

[ he does give evan's chest a shameless little squeeze while his hand's there though. ]

[ even let go, there's the issue of having his waders around his ankles. fortunately, the other workbench isn't far; he only has to take a step and reach a little to get to the right drawer, with the right stuff in it instead of a spur-of-the-moment grab. it is slightly awkward, though. that kind of irritates him.

the grip before he reaches makes him raise an eyebrow at david, not exactly angry but more questioning. not that he expects an answer. david's big on touching - which, in fairness, evan is too under circumstances like these. it just doesn't usually get returned that aggressively.

once he's got it he's back like they never separated. he can uncap the stuff one-handed by this time, letting his other hand make its way up david's thigh to his hip, his stomach, over the muscles and bones again. avoiding the injuries, though, since he can see them this time. angry but not bloody. just ... there, even though they shouldn't be. ]

[ david doesn't even note the awkward movements, who hasn't had an awkward couple moments trying to grab stuff in the heat of things? besides which, david's fairly occupied with his hands still on evan, a quietly satisfied noise slipping out when he gives evan's chest another squeeze, as if assessing something and finding the answer pleasing. ]

[ he takes the opportunity too, while evan's momentarily busy, to lean in and dip his head to return the favour. grazes his teeth along the line of evan's jaw and down the side of his neck until he bites the curve just where it meets his shoulder. kisses the skin to soothe it a little between bites, intent to leave at least one that'll last longer than maybe an hour if he's lucky. ]

[ the constant touch and the biting isn't bad. he doesn't argue or snarl or try to push david off. not even because he's distantly aware that david would probably fight back against that or just leave, but because even if he can only feel so much of it, it is nice. the sensations and the idea that someone's just as into him.

he brushes off the injuries, gets enough of the oil on his hand to work, drops the container on the worktable and reaches down between david's legs to slip two fingers into him. the longer they do this, the less he has to guess or be cautious. he knows what david can deal with by now. know what david wants out of this. it means he can focus less on doing that and more on the rest of him. where he can move his hand, ragged nails avoiding injuries to drag down david's chest, and where he can get his mouth while david returns the favor.

easy enough to get him ready when he's willing to work with evan. the whole thing eases some of the irritation and rage that always simmers inside him, even during this, because there's always something pissing him off. ]

[ it's been a while, and that doesn't mean he needs evan to ease up or slow down, but he does have to pause just to remind himself how this all works. takes a breath against evan's neck where he bites again when the moment passes. ]

[ he's not really aware of his injuries, the persistent ache is so normal to him at this point that sometimes it just feels like part of being in the fog. right now it's far away in the back of his mind, especially with evan taking care to avoid them, david's awareness is focused in on the sensation of nails on his skin, something he instinctively arches into. ]

[ at the same time, he shifts a little on the workbench, the same way he always does when it's like this, trying to give evan a little more space without compromising on physical contact. david is and has always been extremely tactile and, despite the fact he sometimes seems a little surprised or confused by it, evan seems to respond well to it, so he sees no reason to restrain himself there. fingers digging in a little where his hand is at evan's hip, the other pushing up until it finds the back of his head. ]

[ now that they've done this enough, david doesn't hesitate. the pause to get a grip is nothing evan hasn't seen before. it's different from the first time they did this, when he could feel the tension, the readiness to snap. but there's always something keeping people alert when he gets involved. always the fear that this might go wrong until he proves it won't.

he's takes a little more time than usual with david, feeling the touch, the grip moving to the back of his head, holding him in place as if he's the one about to back off. as if david's ready to keep him from going anywhere - as if he would. there's reasons he'd break this off midway, but they're few, far between, and unlikely to happen. at the moment.

when he figures he's done enough he pulls his hand free and gets a little more of the oil on his fingers so that he can get some on himself. it's not always necessary, but it doesn't hurt. the opposite, actually.

but that doesn't take long and he's quick to get that now-freed hand under one of david's knees, pushing it up, getting himself the room he needs to press in without any real warning or hesitation. not hard or brutal or violent. he just knows david's more than ready and doesn't need the caution some others might. ]

[ at this point, david's more than familiar enough with evan to know what to expect. he's thorough, but he's impatient, makes sure the job's done but isn't one to tease or work his way in slower than necessary. which is fine by david, it's never more than he can take. even when it hurts, it's better than it isn't. he'd chalk it up to luck if evan wasn't extremely consistent that way. ]

[ he can't say he really noticed evan taking more time, but david definitely notices there's less of that initial burn than he's used to, though he still grunts in discomfort against evan's neck at that initial press followed by another breath to help him adjust to the sensation of being full this way. it still registers to his mind as a little weird, even after all this time, but it also crests over into something good faster than it used to. ]

[ there's little changes, over the time they've done this. that david adjusts quicker, meaning evan doesn't have to wait as long, or even really wait at all. doesn't have to make sure one way or another that david's even ready to deal with this, because there'd be a hand at his throat if there was a problem.

so there's a short wait, a handful of seconds, before he gets moving. one hand still under david's knee and the other at his chest. he moves that hand, knowing the drag of nails is something david wants and gets that in places that aren't riddled with some kind of perpetual injury. around his hip to his back, where he's a little more cautious since he can't see the wounds there. at his lower back. against the other hip, as far as he can reach.

and the teeth at his neck don't leave, something he doesn't quite have the angle to return here but doesn't pull away from anyway. eventually david's not going to have the focus to do it. ]

[ david breathes a low, pleased noise when evan starts to move, arches subtly into his touch. lets his hand drift down from the back of evan's head to his neck where he can scrape his fingernails, lightly dig his fingers in without much resistance. ]

[ he tilts his head, biting at the skin just below the corner of evan's jaw, again just below his ear. harder, to make extra sure it leaves a mark. part of him determined to leave his marks where they'll be seen, though he supposes nobody's really going to be looking. ]

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